From this height I can see the black
they tried to restore it, but it will never be the same.
You see the streaks of the pre and during cold nights war
heart once white
then painted over in the hopes to forget
yet, at night it still cries black.
Dripping through the punctured holes,
dripping through the seams.
but never truly the same.
Gabriela A Tejada
Inspired by the Paramount building. After seeing it outside of the window every morning, I decided to write about its past.
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